You know, one of the tough things about being in a two-person band is figuring out how to make the live performance interesting. While we’d love to roll around on top of the audience in a giant hamster ball, like Wayne Coyne, we’re pretty much tethered to our instruments. And while we’d certainly be amused by building giant foam monsters that spit blood, like Gwar, that’s not really our scene.

Sometimes, though, I lay awake at night and dream of being able to incorporate something like this:

Sadly, I don’t think that many Rhode Island clubs would be prepared to deal with that level of liability. Ah, well. Back to the drawing board…